"OTURI!"
Kana's voice rang out almost as bad as a gunshot. Kyoya instinctively covered his hands with his head and ducked. He felt a bullet whip through his hair. He tore down a corner and hid in a small nook where a plant was growing. Seiko laughed and assured Kana, "We'll get him later. " Kyoya felt chills that spread over almost every inch of his skin. 'We'll get him later... God this couldn't be happening... Wait... They were heading towards the host club!' Kyoya bolted to his feet, but another shower of gunfire turned his feet to cement and oxygen to ice.
"Kana, stay here and watch Oturi, I'm gonna go this way," Seiko's malicious voice said. "No prob, Seiko."
"No," Kyoya rasped. Either they didn't hear, or they didn't care
Xxxxxxxx
Tamaki gazed out the window over the grounds, back to the door and Renge at his side. "I still think the Sho- Jo manga cosplay is taking it a bit far, but-" "No!" Renge cut him off. "The reverse- harem is the perfect thing, you're stepping outside your box, Souo!" Tamaki rubbed his chin, deep in thought, then smiled brightly at Renge. "You know, Renge, you're right. I don't know why I ever-"
The door opened. Tamaki grinned wider at the prospect of visitors and turned to face the door. "Welco- Oh my God!" He gaped in horror as shots ripped through the air, and in turn ripped through Tamaki's chest. Renge screamed, and her terrified thoughts became clouded and muddled. She turned and saw no other option. She gathered her courage and jumped out the beautiful window.
"I'm flying," she thought. Her last thought before she hit her head on the sidewalk below was, "Tamaki's dead, and so am I."
Xxxxxxxx
Kyoya wanted to pace, to scream, to type furiously on his laptop, do something! But he was trapped in his little niche, unable to do anything. Fury built in his chest, unused cold adrenaline that fear had produced was turning hot in anger.
Kana's hateful voice reached him. "You're dead, you know." Something in Kyoya knew that if he died today, he would do it in a way his father would be proud, with dignity. "I realize that," Kyoya answered. "You don't seem scared," Kana observed. "I'm not," Kyoya replied. 'Where did that come from?' He wondered. "You should be!" Kana said angrily. "Why am I still alive?" Kyoya asked. "You could have easily killed me already."
"Because when Seiko gets back, you're gonna die a slow, torturous death to pay for why you've done!" Kana raged. Kyoya could hear him pacing back and forth. 'Why is he so unhinged?' Kyoya wondered. "What have I done? And why does everyone else have to suffer?" Kana laughed, suddenly. "You aren't getting any answers from me, Oturi."
Kyoya ground his teeth together. "Kill me," he said. Kana's pacing stopped. "What did you just say?" Kana asked, astonished. "Kill me and leave my friends alone," Kyoya half- begged, half- ordered. There was silence. The pacing stopped. Kyoya suddenly was struck with the certainty that he was feeling true fear; not anxiety like when his father was displeased with him, but true, real fear. He resolved to get rid of it.
Kana's footsteps drew closer to Kyoya, who bit his tongue and resolved not to scream. Soon Kana stood in front of him, gun aloft. Kyoya swallowed. Kana didnt say a word, but raised the gun and clicked off the safety.
Kyoya didn't know if what happened next was subconsciously planned or if it was just a result of the adrenaline flowing in his veins. What he did know was that his leg muscles coiled and extended, and he sprang at Kana, knocking the weapon out of his surprised hands and kicking him squarely in the chest.